"Stall owners participating in the Stone Gambling Competition, please pay attention. In ten minutes, the competition organizing committee will send someone to collect the raw materials for the competition. Please hurry up and choose the materials..."
He repeated it three times before falling silent. Taking advantage of these few minutes, Xu Qing called his sister-in-law to report that she was safe. When he mentioned that he wanted to learn jade from Master Xue, Qin Bing's voice showed uncontrollable excitement.
It is true to say that a college degree these days is far less valuable than a superb craft.
Two pickup trucks drove slowly from a distance, with an eye-catching banner hanging on the front of the truck that read "Material Collection Truck". When the truck drove to Stall No. 56, Meng Shicheng and others were already pushing a bag of woolen materials.
The car is waiting.
Two people got out of the car, a tall, muscular man and a short, bald, middle-aged man.
The bald man held a paint pen in his hand and wrote the words 'No. 56 Meng' on each of the three pieces of wool. Then he waved to the strong man to get into the car, and took out a triple sheet and a
He picked up a ballpoint pen and said in a low voice: "Boss Meng, how many sizes are you going to buy this time?"
This man is an old acquaintance of Meng Shicheng. His surname is Huang Bowen, and he is also one of the sponsors of this trade fair. In addition to being a powerful jeweler, he also has another identity. He is one of the owners of the private lottery in the stone gambling competition.
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All the stalls participating in the Stone Betting Competition at the venue will have odds set by private lottery bosses based on the results of the competition over the years. The bets are on who will win the championship in this competition, which is called a flat bet. For example, fifty-six
Stall No. 56 has set odds of 1 to 5, and the odds of winning the competition are ten times. So Meng Shicheng bought his stall for one million to win the championship. If No. 56 really wins the championship, he will get a full 50 million.
There is another way of betting, which is called invitational betting. For example, if stall number 56 has an odds of 1 to 5, and you have absolute confidence in winning the championship this time, you can list your stall number separately.
People place bets, and if No. 56 wins the championship after the conference, all the bets, except for the 10% handling fee paid to the private lottery owner, will be owned by stall owner No. 56.
Otherwise, the odds will be 1 to 5.
The bet for flat bets is no less than 100,000, with an upper limit of 2 million, and the bet for invitation bets is no less than 50,000, with no upper limit.
The risk of inviting bets is extremely high. Most stall owners do not have the courage or need to do so. Only those stall owners with low odds and excellent performance materials dare to take a chance. Others place big bets.
It is also necessary to obtain the consent of the gambling stall owner. As long as both parties agree that the gambling game will be established, a lot of unnecessary trouble will be avoided.
Meng Shicheng took out his checkbook and wrote a few things, then tore off a two million cash check and handed it to the bald man: "Of course I won by buying myself. I wonder what the odds are for No. 56 this year?"
Huang Bowen took the check and praised: "Boss Meng is so generous! This time the odds of stall No. 56 are 1 to 5. If I really win the championship for you, I will pay 100 million to enter!"
Although he said it a little helplessly, Huang Bowen felt happy in his heart. According to Meng Shicheng's record in previous years, the two million was like being thrown into the water without even ringing. The guy quickly wrote down the amount of the bet on the triple slip.
He tore off a piece and gave it to Meng Shicheng.
"By the way, I wonder if there are any bettors this time?" Meng Shicheng asked again slowly.
Huang Bowen seemed a little confused. In previous years, Meng Shicheng's maximum order was 100,000, and he never cared about gambling invitations. Today's performance seemed a little abnormal.
After thinking about it, he replied: "There are two places that invite bets, No. 18 and No. 26."
Meng Shicheng asked again: "What are the odds for number 18?"
"One to three, this time Bai Shengjun invited a very powerful stone betting expert to look at the raw material. Not to mention, the material just collected from No. 18 performed really well."
Huang Bowen said a few words casually and wanted to get on the bus. There were many stalls waiting to collect ingredients in front of him, so he couldn't waste too much time.
"Old Huang, help me contact the guy named Bai. I pressured him 50 million to win the championship. Those who have the guts will suffer." Meng Shicheng's words were so shocking that even Huang Bowen was startled. After thinking about it, he knew it.
The reason for this.
"Lao Meng, why are you taking money to vent your anger?" Huang Bowen persuaded with a wry smile.
Meng Shicheng smiled, wrote a few things in the checkbook, tore off one and said with a finger: "50 million cash check, if you dare to accept it, take 150 million, let me go crazy today."
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Seeing that he could not be persuaded, Huang Bowen could only take out his mobile phone and make a call. After chatting for a few words, he closed the line and said through gritted teeth: "Lao Meng, Bai Shengjun has suffered. It's too late for you to quit now."
"Remove the hair, I'll treat you to a drink if you win." Meng Shicheng stuffed the check into Huang Wenbo's hand, with the smile still on his face, as if he was stuffing a useless scrap of paper.
"Okay, you don't need to pay. The 10% handling fee is enough to treat you for ten years. No matter I win or lose, I'll pay."
Huang Bowen readily put away the check, patted Meng Shicheng on the shoulder, then turned around and got in the car to leave.
"Good guy, Lao Meng, one move is worth 50 million yuan. It's strange that Bai doesn't vomit blood this time." Tang Guobin stepped forward with a smile and punched Meng Shicheng, causing him to stagger back two steps.
"Be gentle, my old arms and legs can't stand the torment. Come on, my brother will settle the account and pay the money first."
Meng Shicheng rubbed his sore arm, ran to his desk, took out his computer and pressed it.
"Not counting the three yuan for materials, the total is 52 million, excluding the fraction of 100,000, and each person is allocated 17.3 million..."
"Profiteer, didn't we agree in advance that the winnings from the stone betting competition would be shared among the three of us, so why did the money from the bet also go to my buddies?" Tang Guobin couldn't help but glared. Lao Meng was too unkind to split the money from his private lottery.
The money was also spread between the two of them.
Xu Qing didn't think there was anything wrong, so he took out a bank card and threw it directly to Meng Shicheng.
"Take this and swipe it, and I'll press the password."
Meng Shicheng felt excited and said: "Okay, don't rush to swipe your card now, just let me share it."
Tang Guobin also took out a gold card and threw it over: "Take it, don't say that I'm a petty person."
Meng Shicheng put away the two cards together, with a knowing smile on his lips. In fact, he had already made up his mind. Regardless of the success or failure of the stone betting competition, he would not touch a penny from the two of them, but as a human being, he
The principle is this, if you really win, all the profits will be shared equally among the three, and no one will have any grudges in their hearts.
"The stone gambling competition is about to begin. Let's go watch the fun." Meng Shicheng stepped forward and put his arms around Xu Qing's shoulders. Unfortunately, he was a lot shorter, so he didn't look like the two brothers. Instead, he looked like a monkey climbing a tree.
"Haha! You're a second-level disabled person. If you win, Brother Qian will give you a pair of inner height increasers later." Seeing Lao Meng's embarrassment, Tang Guobin couldn't help laughing and joking, showing his neat white teeth, feeling a little unhappy.